Chain Grate Stokers

Frank moved over obediently, pulling the door around and rummaging about in the shelves. Shari sagged in her chains, grateful for the small respite. Her ease disappeared, however, when Frank pulled out what appeared to be a ball with leather straps and a black leather hood. "This'll take care of you, baby. You ain't gonna be wailin' your ass off and calling the cops," Doug said, taking the ball from his buddy. "No, don't… oh don't!" Shari protested, jerking her head from left to right. It was her only freedom, the freedom to shout in pain after every beating blow. But now they were taking even this away from her. The girl screamed, twisting around, kicking her legs back and forth in scissor fashion as Doug shoved the ball deep into her mouth, drawing the leather straps around her ears and tying them together behind her skull. Shari chewed down on the latex, nearly gagging from the awful taste of the red gagging ball. She had to swallow several times to keep from choking on the spit gathering in pools behind that awful thing. "This'll take care of the rest of it," Doug said, flopping the hood open, then slipping it over her head. "Nooooooofffffff!" Doug pulled the hood down, sliding it tightly over her skull and working it down until the bottom fringe brushed over her shoulders ...»